Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Because I know exactly where we’re going.
I know exactly what we’re about to do.
And I’ve never wanted anything more.
CHAPTER NINE
Amber
We don’t even make it two steps inside Logan’s penthouse suite before our mouths are back on each other, kissing hard as I get pushed up against the wall.
I moan on his tongue as I grip his big bicep, holding on for dear life.
His hands are everywhere like he can’t help himself—gripping my waist, sliding down to cup my ass, curling around the back of my neck like he owns me. I whimper into his mouth and he groans, deep and rough, sending a shiver all the way down to my toes.
He’s all heat and muscle and need. Every inch of him is hard—his chest, his arms, his firm thick cock pressing into my stomach like it’s desperately trying to find a way to get to me through all these layers of clothing.
I can’t get enough of any of it.
Of his hot mouth, of his powerful hands, of the sensual way he growls when I tug at his hair.
Of the way he kisses me like he’s been starving for this. Starving for me.
He’s so fucking hot.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never felt this level of passion. It’s like I’m a drug he’s been craving and he’s finally getting his first real hit.
When I roll my hips into him and feel just how hard he is, he breaks away with a curse under his breath.
“Hold on,” he mutters, breathing hard as he steps back.
I stand there, stunned and flustered and about two seconds away from combusting as he hurries to the fireplace and flicks it on. An orange glow lights him up and if I didn’t think Mr. Logan Strickland could be any sexier, I was dead wrong.
I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath with my thighs clenched tight because my core is throbbing. It’s pulsing. Everything down there is aching for him.
He hurries to the control panel on the wall and hits another few buttons. The lights turn on—a soft, sexy, golden glow.
Oh.
Okay.
This is much better. When you’re with a man as sexy as Logan, you want to see what you’re working with. You want to admire every detail.
I tear my eyes off him to quickly scan the room. I’m in the dragon’s lair and I want to take it all in. I’ve been so curious to know everything about this mysterious man and I’ve been wondering what his place looked like. It’s even more luxurious than I imagined.
It’s spectacular… and so him.
Huge windows overlook the city skyline, glittering lights stretching for miles. The furniture is dark and sleek, but still comfortable, like something out of a billionaire bachelor pad fantasy. The fireplace crackles softly beneath a giant abstract painting, and the kitchen—holy crap—is nicer than any kitchen I’ve seen on any of those celebrity mansion walk-through videos or in any fancy magazines. Sub-zero fridge, funky retro-looking oven, quartz countertops, and a matching wine fridge built into the wall which must have at least two hundred bottles in it.
This is nothing like my tiny place back home with the overgrown plants, cracked kitchen tiles, and squeaky cabinets.
But somehow, it already feels like home.
I can picture myself here.
Waking up to this view. Cooking in that kitchen. Cuddled up on that huge couch with a certain grumpy CEO wrapped around me like a weighted blanket.
I wouldn’t mind that at all. My body pulses harder at the thought.
I’d miss the stray cats that come and visit, but something tells me Logan Strickland would be perfectly happy curling up in their place—and hissing at anyone else who got too close.
With the room ready for loving, my hot crush turns and wrecks me with the world’s most heated gaze.
I swallow hard as he struts over, as smooth and sleek as a prowling panther. God, this man is going to devour me whole, and I’m going to relish every second of it.
He looks so good. Too good. His black shirt sleeves are rolled up, forearms flexing. Hair tousled. Eyes hot as sin. He looks like a man who’s two seconds away from pinning me to the nearest surface and ruining me for life.
Yes, please. I’m fully on board for that.
I’m up for whatever those dark simmering eyes have planned…
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the second I laid eyes on you,” he says in that low, gravelly voice that makes my knees weak. “You walked into my office and turned my whole damn world upside down.”
I bite my lip while my heart pounds. “I want it too. I want you.”
His mouth crashes down on mine and I melt into him, arms winding around his neck, hands running over his broad shoulders. His needy possessive hands grip my waist, then my ribs, and then they slowly slide up to cup my breasts over my sundress.